1 Chapter 1

“Liza, you didn’t get another one,” Sheila said. “Your mum will kill you.”

“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” I whispered. “But be quiet. I don’t want her knowing I’m home just yet.”

“Give me a look then,” Sheila said. “Where did you get this one?”

“Here,” I said, pulling down my panties, “just in the groin.”

“Oh, Liza, it’s gorgeous. A lizard.” Sheila laughed. “Your nickname. Did it hurt?”

“Not much. Anyway, it’s worth the pain. Tony is gorgeous,” I said. “Why don’t you go and see? I bet you’ll get one, too.”

“No way,” she said. “I’d never do that.”

“We’ll see,” I said. “Mary’s getting one done tomorrow. I can’t go with her, can you? You know, just for support.”

“Sure. I’ll get to see Tony. See what you’re always going on about.”

I smirked as I put my things away. Sheila and I had been friends for a long time, good friends. We were more than friends; we were lovers. I wanted us to have matching tattoos—you know, to symbolize our love, but she wouldn’t be on it. Not many people knew. Just our other friend Mary, who was bisexual.

We have the best relationship, the three of us. We’ve shared some wild nights together, eager to live out different scenarios and discover how wonderful exploring our sexuality can be. There are some things we enjoy doing only when Mary is with us and, at other times we’re happy and content just to be alone.

The next day I was in the back room at the tattoo parlor, hiding behind a two-way mirror, when Mary and Sheila arrived. They sat in the waiting room for a while flicking through tattoo designs.

“Hi, Mary,” Tony said. “Who’s this?”

“My friend Sheila. Sheila, this is Tony,” Mary said.

I stifled a laugh as Sheila’s eyes widened. She’d had no idea Tony was a woman—a beautiful, sexy woman. I watched her take in Tony’s face, then her gaze roamed down over Tony’s body. I knew she’d think Tony was hot, just like I had.

All three came into the back room, where Tony pulled a sheet over the doorway, hiding the room from prying eyes. Sheila sat on a chair while Mary began to strip down to her underwear.

I could barely contain my excitement. Watching them without the girls knowing was a real turn-on. I was lucky Tony had been so agreeable to my suggestion when I asked. She was great and I hoped this might lead into a raunchy afternoon. If not, at least it would prove if being a voyeur was all I’d heard it to be.

“Okay, lie down on the table,” Tony said to Mary. “Which one would you like me to do first?”

“I think the one on the breast. Should I take off my bra?” Mary asked, already unclipping it, eager to begin.

Mary had a gorgeous figure and I watched Sheila squirming in the chair as Mary’s breasts fell, swaying gently, happy to be released. I knew how turned on she’d be with Mary so close, lying practically naked on the table as Tony placed the transfer where she thought it looked best. Handing Mary a mirror, she asked if she wanted her to continue.

“Can I sit up? I want to make sure it looks as good with my breast hanging free.”

“Sure,” Tony said. “What do you think now?”

“I think it’s going to look awesome, don’t you, Sheila?”

“Fantastic,” Sheila said as Mary lay back.

Tony was ready to begin. She held Mary’s breast securely with one hand while, with the other, she buzzed ink around the edges of the transfer.

“Could you just hold her breast still for me for a second please, Sheila?” Tony asked.

Sheila leaned over the table, holding Mary’s breast while Tony bustled about with colours and needles. Mary smiled up at Sheila , running her tongue over her top lip, while Sheila frowned, mouthing at her to stop.

Shelia’s back was to Tony and I heard her intake of breath when Tony said, “Nice arse you’ve got there, Sheila.”

“Oh, thanks,” she mumbled.

“Got any tattoos on it?” Tony asked.

“No.”

“Want one? If I do two at the one time, they’re half price,” she said.

“Er, no, I don’t think so,” Shelia said.

“Why not? It’s a real turn-on, isn’t it, Mary?” Tony asked.

“It’s always a good talking point, too. Nothing better than flipping your tits out on the pretence of showing off your tattoo,” Mary said with a laugh. “I know it would really turn Liza on. You know how much she loves your arse. Go on, why don’t you?”

“I suppose. Liza would really be surprised, wouldn’t she?” Sheila asked.